I was on French National TV: Canal's "Le Grand Journal"

The day after I got back from the Pyrenees I remembered that at night I had signed up to be in the audience of a TV show called, “le grand journal” or the big newspaper. I showed up 15 minutes early for the meeting time before going into the tv station and I was the only there out of 20 students. The French professors were probably thinking damn Americans never listen and just stroll in whenever they please…well its true, but you can’t fault for culture haha. Anyway once everyone arrived they let us into the entrance where they took some form of ID that they would keep until we left. We had to check our coats with cell phones and cameras which I was bummed because I wanted to take pictures.

Since we were the last group of students to arrive, they made us wait a bit before taking us in the multi-colored studio that had table and chairs in the center with the audience sitting around it. Before anyone was allowed to sit down, the staff told individual people to sit in certain places so that their colors of their clothes wouldn’t contrast and that there would be a balance of guys and girls. It kind of felt like middle school sports where people choose teams. I of course was last and being one of the only guys put in the middle of a bunch of girls sitting right behind the table in the front row. I thought I would be on TV but the way people were sitting once the show got started I didn’t see myself. Although I never saw a tape of the program, so I wouldn’t know. Just like expected, there was a guy in the audience who prompted us to clap, scream, and be silent.

This show consisted of some political debate at the beginning with news, popular culture, music, sports and weather. So it was a conglomerate of everything going on in the world. The most interesting part was that each guest would sit down with the three people (the moderator pictured above in glasses: http://www.canalplus.fr/) on the show and it would be somewhat of a cross-table debate. And it would be interesting because with the last batch of quests there was an actor with sports figures talking about different issues. The first quest was former prime minister of France, Jean-Pierre Raffarin (pictured above without glasses: http://www.wikipedia.org/), who served under Jacques Chirac from 2002-2005. He actually resigned his position after France rejected the new EU constitution and now is currently a leader in the conservative party UMP in France (a branch of this party is King Sarko’s). He was on the show promoting his book that dealt with 10 questions about decentralization of the government in France. As many know the French state is very strong, and some people feel that as France moves into the future the power should be handed to regional and municipal governments like in the US. He also commented on Sarkozy’s letter reading to kids, which told the story of children in the resistance during WWII. The former Prime Minister made a point of saying that it is important for the youth of the country to remember all of those who died in order so that they could have the liberty they enjoy today. It is a touchy subject because of course with the unification of Europe these historical conflicts seem to be foreign to younger generations.

What the most interesting part of the interview was when they brought a man who was in charge of NGO that dealt with housing in Paris for homeless people who fall out of the welfare state (SDFs in France). This NGO guy made a point that there is housing in Paris for these people who mostly are refugees but it is not adequate and that it would only take a little work and money from the budget to get these people out of the cold. The former Prime Minister defended against allocations that he did nothing to fix this problem and that you can’t just say lets take this extra money and build more housing. The NGO started to get angry and kind of put on a show which the prime minister called him out on. France probably needs more housing for their homeless but so do most countries in the world. Also remember that a lot of people seeking asylum from African end up in France because of the former colonies so they have I think a bigger problem than others.

The second batch of quests consisted of Marc Lavoine, a popular singer and actor in France who has a movie coming out “Les Cœurs des Hommes 2.” It looks like a movie about middle-aged men who all have family problems and then come together in friendship and work through them. With regards to his singing capabilities I can’t find a comparison to a singer in the US but maybe a male Celine Deon? Anyway with him were four players from France National Rugby team who just lost the 3rd place game. Two notables were Rapheal Ibanez (captain) and Frédéric Michalak (best player). Of course all of the girls went crazy when they came on the show because these guys before the coup modeled for a nude calendar. I have actually thought about buying a few for some people back home but then again that wouldn’t be appropriate in conservative America. One comment about the rugby men, they are not as huge as they look on TV except for one who looked like a brick wall.

The best parts of the show were the advertisements and the weather lady. The advertisements and commercials were hilarious for the station (CANAL) mocked TFR the other major French station in a puppet show that satirized their news staffs. Favorite line was “TFR – the news station for the dying.” They showed puppet medical crews electric shocking the anchor’s heart during every commercial. The puppets were so lifelike that is was disturbing while funny au meme temps. The second major attraction of the night literally was the blond babe who was brought out to read off the weather report for the day. She was of course like a stick wearing white boots and fury hat, top, and pants. Her attractive and aesthetic appearance didn’t translate into intelligence for she stumbled over the words on the prompt many times. Isn’t it terrible when people fall directly under discriminatory stereotypes? But hey wasn’t complaining and neither was the Prime Minister who must have had the most sinister smile on his face as he looked her up and down 5 times. If just one of the cameras had caught the man who looked like he was in 70s creepily checking out this 25-year-old woman it would be a field day for the French muckrakers. Some things don’t change across borders, including nasty old politicians putting their eyes on the grand prize.

Remedy for the Midterm Epidemic: Weekend in the Pyrenees Mountains

Having to work with the strike, I discovered that a train left Montparnasse station on Friday morning at 7:25. Because of the strike, I just jumped onto the train that morning and never had to show a ticket. Once I was on the train, the stress finally passed because I had been worried the last week that I would not get to go on my vacation. The 8 hr trip was bearable with the fact that I nearly finished the one leisure book I brought for this 4-month Euro-trip. I would have brought more it’s just there wasn’t space. Anyway my first stop was Lourdes a small town close to the middle part of the Pyrenees Mountains that is famous for being a holy city because of a saint being buried there. This Saint Bernadette supposedly saw Mary in revelations and when she died her body didn’t compose over 50 years. I got off the train a little tired but ready to make my pilgrimage so to speak because I am technically still Catholic. And as hard as this is for me to admit it, I actually was interested and curious about the whole thing and it wasn’t just a photo-op for the parents. On the way to the entrance of Jesusland, I passed about 20 stores that sold religious items all made in China, so I was skeptical to really buy anything. I did buy small vials for the holy water that comes out of the rock that she is buried in. I entered the area called La Grotte and on the way passed a tour bus full of Asians probably Koreans and also the nuns who I sat next to on the train and almost stold their seat. I didn’t have an actual ticket for the train because of the strike, so I kind of felt like a stowaway trying to find empty seats.

The Basilica that is built on top of this grave is situated next to a river fed by water from the nearby mountains. The whole area was colorful because being autumn, the leaves had all changed colors making me feel that I was back in Kent with bigger mountains in the background. There was such an essence of beauty and piety that actually did captivate me to believe a little more than I already do. Anyway I toured the outside of the basilica for the inside was under construction. On the side there were water fountains/spouts for the water that people filled up their bottles, trinkets, and kegs. The latter was made up but then again it would be awesome to have a kegger party with holy water. I tried a little bit of the water and judging by its mineral taste, I concluded that it came from the river. But considering that it is a sacred place and it has supposedly cured others in the past of their maladies, I respected it. There were tons of people there, mostly the elderly and sick, which left me probably the youngest by a few decades, but nonetheless it was a religious experience. I don’t know if I have found my religion once again, but it certainly adds another plank to the rail. Last note, on the way out I saw the bunker church that could probably hold services for 10 thousand people underground in a cement amphitheatre that would make the Romans proud.

I had to hurry back to the train station because there Jean-Louis was waiting for me to take me to Bagneres-de-Bigorres the town that I was staying in. Jean-Louis is a friend of my host-mom Charlotte, who I met in September when they came to visit Paris. Jean-Louis in my view is your classical Southern Frenchman. He has a strong accent that has mix of not only the local region but that of Germany where he lived for many years as well. The French language of the Pyrenees or at least the part I was in that is far from the Basque country is that of the difference between northern and southern dialects in the US. Unlike Parisian French, the silent syllables are pronounced mostly the e’s which also get added on the end of words. At first it was hard to understand but once my brain downloaded the translation guide I was good. (I will give the person who knows what movie I am vaguely referencing, a French bottle of wine) Getting back to Jean-Louis, the coolest part about him was his handlebar mustache and the fact that he was in an Airborne Division in the French army for many years. Apparently up until many years ago, French military service was mandatory for all able-bodied males. When asked at the dinner table about me having to serve, I said that I thought about it but I felt that it could do a lot of kids good in the US. Jean-Louis brought me back to his home in Bagneres-de-Bigorres where I met his wife and was set up in the largest room I’ve seen in France above their garage with my very own TV and standup shower. That night we had dinner with Jacqueline the other friend of Charlotte that I was traveling around with. She is a small-business entrepreneur who is constantly active. After dinner she dragged me kicking and screaming to Tarbes where she was taking a class in Classical Irish dance.

Now as everyone knows I need to be in a certain state of mind in order to dance and the wine that I drank at dinner was not really condusive to the spin-friendly dance moves of this class. But being my first time, I did not shame myself as in I didn’t taste the floor. I was so good in fact that the instructor gave me a whole packet explaining everything that I had to do. Now the instructions were in English and most of the names in the class were as well but it still was impossible to clearly instruct me due to my not dance-friendly legs. Let’s just say the workout was enough for me to sleep very well that night. The next day was filled with breakfast where Jean-Louis’ wife stuffed me with food, but hey I wasn’t going to complain. The next morning, Jean-Louis took me into the town to experience a country market where I was able to try the different cheeses of the Pyrenees which I have to say were very strong considering they came from female sheep. I also tried Armagnac which is like Cognac but only distilled once. Tasted just like Whiskey Bourbon for me; I was able to get a small glass of it because not only did my host explain that I was American, but also I bought a small bottle of Floc Gascogne. This is a very sweet white wine aperitif that I actually really enjoyed the night before. That afternoon, Jacqueline had a business meeting in Pau a nearby town which is beautiful and well-known. So we took the long way and ended up driving over a few mountains and driving parallel with clouds. A friend of hers, Jean-Pierre accompanied us to Pau and the drive through the mountains which I have to say was a little frightful considering her speed on the roads that didn’t have side barriers.

Being in Pau felt like I was in US or at least the really nice part did aside from the big chateau. There was a part of the city that looked very French with the chateau in the middle and then there was the newer part that was American. This newer part consisted of a center square that was just recently built along with enough chain apartment stores to make any American woman or man feel satisfied with the size of things here. Jacqueline was here to look at a piece of property that she was turning into a teahouse and so I actually accompanied her and talked through the planning. All my ideas required too much work and effort, oh well…at least I tried to be innovative or maybe I just wanted to show some of the vision that America has to offer the world. Haha, I got to see the sunset over a large chain of the Pyrenees which I would actually hike a bit the following day. That night and every night of the three days I stayed there, I had regional foods including: everything-in-the-fridge tart, mushrooms picked from the mountains a few days before I came, confit du conard (Duck), a pork sausage made from blood, many different strong cheeses, and a local soup. Don’t even get me started on soup; it’s been one of the things I have lacked since being in France especially with winter setting in. I tried everything even though I have a history of being picky, for one I loved the mushrooms which comes as a revelation because for 20 years they have been boycotted by my brain.

The last day of my trip consisted of waking up really early in the morning (10AM) and going with Jean-Louis, Jean-Pierre, Jean-Christophe (me) and Jacqueline on a trip into the mountains. It was a beautiful day and I was able to take pictures like the ones posted above. We ended up eating lunch in a part of the national park of the Pyrenees at the foot of the chain. This ‘picnic’ consisted of 4 courses with silverware and wine. Not a bad thing living in a civilized country. I even got to try bacon that was from a black pig. The climate was very dry which was ironic because on top of the mountains there were chains of lakes and several waterfalls. Also the temperature would fluctuate ten degrees in a span of 15 minutes depending on the movement of the sun. I know that’s obvious but still weird to experience being 10 degrees colder in an area where only 5 feet in front of you it’s warmer. After packing up, we drove to Gavernie which is a very popular tourist site. From there you could take trails into the mountains that in 5 hours of walking would get you into Spain. I wanted badly to do that but judging that I was leaving for Paris in 5 hours I couldn’t. Instead the four of us hiked to the base of a very large waterfall or water-trickle as it was. The mountain air made it hard to breath at first but as you started walking and running up the first stage of the mountain it felt really good. As I was told a week in the mountains is a good remedy for just about anything: clean air and mountain spring water. We eventually had to turn back because of the time and ended the hike with a stop at closing brasserie for some ‘vin chauds’ or hot wines. Honest to god, this was a hot drink that consisted of hot red wine with herbs and sliced apples inside. Considering that DUI in this country doesn’t translate because of the lack of policemen; (probably on strike that they can only have time for one round of doughnuts and not two) we jumped in the car and headed home. What was very amusing for me was that we had about 4 hours to spare before I had to leave for my train and the others were getting worried that there wouldn’t be enough time to eat dinner and for me to pack. The latter took only 5 minutes so we had more time, which was ample enough to eat our food let alone digest it.

I said my goodbyes and got addresses for letters that will be written in the coming months. I know this is long but they were some of the nicest people I have met in a long time considering I was a stranger to them and was accepted once I was able to establish my ‘esprit’ or the fact I wasn’t a dumb American and actually cared about their culture. The best analogy for the Pyrenees and the surrounding towns is an amalgam of the northeast with Denver and a slice of Florida if you can imagine that. Palm trees/lizards, pine trees, and the yellow and orange colors of fall leaves in a background of relatively large mountains. I definitely want to come back one day, which will add an even longer, I know it’s hard to imagine, volume to this story. Getting back to Montparnasse at 6AM on Monday with a French test at 10 was stressful but turned out well in the end. I guess it was just continuing the theme of the trip.

Redemption for France over the Strike, Sarko's sacrifice, and my new favorite beer

Ok so there is hope for the French yet. My ticket which was set for me to leave tonight will be good tomorrow when I show up at the Montparnasse station and demand a spot on the next train to the Deep South of France. It will be a lot different there than in the city, a much needed change of scenery. Side note about the French media: The day of the large national transit strike, King Sarkozy declares that he is separating his wife. Donc, all of the headlines are focused on that rather than the fact that everyone had to walk, bike, or roller to work today. The worst part about the strike is that many metro lines were working but 1 train for every 3, so the wait time was 30 mins instead of 2. And yes I did have to walk the 40 minutes to school, was a pain although it was a very nice day. Miraclely I was only 5 minutes late for French class. After the strike and the hectic week I decided along with my drinking buddy to go to an Irish pub on the trek back. There I tried this beer (it is a goal to try as many different kinds as I can so that I know what imports to buy in the states) that is a French beer with malt scotch inside from the Scottish Highlands. I mean can it get any better? Was one of the best tasting, sweetest, light that camouflages itself as a dark beer. Who knew that when I went to the train station to barder for my ticket exchange I was able to speak fluent French? I was talking to other people about this in that I guess you feel more confident in the language with a few so it just flows more…Sorry no pictures of the strike because honestly I did not see that many people. I hid during rush hour, but here is a picture from http://www.bbc.com/ one of the best new sites on the planet, it won't be posted until Monday when my internet can handle uploading pictures...lame

Interesting Class Discussion for Once - Beware its obviously about politics given my program

I just wanted to pass along a discussion we had in class today because I think it’s really important. It may be political but it dips into the differences/similarities between France and America’s view of equality. So a few years ago, the French government banned girls from wearing headscarves in public school until either 16 or 18, doesn’t matter. Our teacher told us this and then told us to debate. In defense of the French gov, it was said that by doing this it protects children under a certain age from certain discriminations, like them being forced to wear them out of modesty both culturally and religiously. By doing this they are maintaining the rights of the girl and the rights of others. For the rights of the girls, it had been drawn to the attention of the French government/media that girls were being forced to wear them by their fathers and brothers and if they didn’t they were subject to ridicule and humiliation. This was especially the case in the banlieaus or the French suburbs which everyone knows are interesting places. For the rights of the others, it was brought up that the French state has the responsibility to provide a public place free of outside influences where everyone is the same in equality. Religious wear whether it be clothes or crosses or stars for Jews and Christians are not allowed so why not Muslim as well?

The French state recognizes diversity and has the freedom of religion in its constitution but doesn’t allow it to be shown in public schools or agents of the state. For example in France Muslim police women are not allowed to wear the scarves either because they are representatives of the state. They can in their private lives which the state has nothing against. The main theme is what is more important in a moral hierarchy: the state or the culture? Well I think its pretty simple you live in the state, you abide by their rules and nobody will cater to you because everyone is supposed to get equal treatment, although we all know in most democracies, some are more equal than others. Culturally for Mormons, polygamy is considered correct but is not allowed by the American government. I am not saying that Muslim women do not choose voluntarily to wear them; I would hope that everyone does. It’s just the mentality of coming to a nation and expecting to be catered to that I dislike. What shocked me the most is that most of the American students said that this would never fly in the United States because we champion diversity and religion and that the state doesn’t have the right to intervene and override your parents authority. My response to that: 1) France champions diversity a lot more than we do even though they are probably more openly racist 2) Our public schools now are too getting rid of religious symbols and what kids can wear to class promoting their religion. 3) The state has every right to intervene on behalf of the child’s welfare because not every family is as perfect and rich and functional as the very opinionated students in my class. Parallel-thing in America, the state steps in and gives children of Jehovah’s Witnesses blood transfusions even though it’s against their religion and they will be chastised. I think the main difference between France and America is that in America we find a better way to combine diversity and a public identity. Bottomline logic of the argument: You choose culture/beliefs and you also choose where you live; and if you are a citizen of a country, you have to abide by the same standards as everyone else. Saying this, maybe France is more democratic than the US because of its cohesion of diversity in the public sphere…but then again is that morally right?

Internet-Rugby-Strikes, nice triangle

This is a miracle, my internet works on a daily basis. So now I can waste more time on Skype, AIM, Facebook, and constantly checking my email/espn. Of course I don’t go a day without BBC or CNN because French tv here is soooo good. Spent the majority of friday planning my trip to Istanbul. We have plane tickets and now we have a place to stay that says they have hot water 24hrs a day. I didn’t know that was such a luxury, I mean I don’t think it gets that cold in Turkey. Yesterday besides sleeping and working, I watched the Euro Cup qualifiers and the semifinal Rugby match. The latter was more exciting even though France scored 6 goals in its win over the lonely Faroe Islands. We watched the England-France game on the lawns of the Eiffel Tower along with thousands of other people and as the game progressed the crowds got really rowdy. There were flares, people throwing stuff, and almost fights. I thought we were at a White Sox game or least one before the World Series. It didn’t get much better because France lost by 5 points due to some last minute kickings. It was a pity because my friend and I picked up champagne for the win and were told we couldn’t open it until the end. We never opened it sadly because I don’t think a bunch of sobbing girls wanted to drink champagne. Don’t worry it will be saved for another day like when the Cubs win the World Series…still mad about that but what can you do.

In France you go on strike, I saw a large demonstration yesterday for the health industry where several groups all were protesting different issues. It was a series of protests in one big protest. One of the main leaders was a syndicate that was called CGT which sported a bright red flag. Yeah I walked in a communist protest but wouldn’t be lying if I said I wasn’t scared…but then again its not like Stalin would come back from the dead and take away my right to property. Last bit on strikes, I found out on the #$%^in SNCF or national railway workers has planned a strike starting on the exact day I bought my ticket to go to the Pyrenees/Lourdes. So I have no idea if I can get a refund or if I am going there sometime before I leave. This country has a lot of great aspects and this is not one of them…or at least for tourists, it gives the people a lot of power if they can shut down the country’s transit system and if anyone knows me they know that I like when the government is afraid of its people. Cheers from across the Atlantic.

First Month conclusion

So it’s Sunday and I don’t really want to do my work but there is so much of it. I am going to take a quick break to write this. After Brussels, the rest of the week was very tiring because that Wednesday I went to my first Sciences Po party which was held on a stationary boat on the Seine. It had three levels of bars, dance floors, and seating areas. I went with a friend from Northwestern, but I was disappointed that nobody else from our group was at the party. The reason was probably they went to the first two that I kept being too late to buy tickets for. My friend and I were really tired from the two days in Brussels so we got there when it started at 11PM and got drinks and posted up on the top level. We sat at a table with two chairs in front of us that we put our feet on. We were being really lazy mostly because we didn’t know anyone and nobody spoke English. We ended up being dragged to the dance floor by multiple girls who came up to us, so yeah it was nice to not have to do any work. We met Italians, French, and even a Brazilian.

What I liked the most about the night was that this “club” was no different than the parties we have at Northwestern except for the music which was half techno, half 80s and 70s oldies that I found it really amusing that many Frenchies knew the words to. I didn’t even know the words to most of them, but then again do you expect me to know Dancing Queen? But yeah so there would be a corny American song and then an amazing 2007 techno song. Strange but fun. Other differences include the fact that guys dance better, but you still have the creepy guys who just come out of nowhere and put their claws on a girl. It was funny because by the end of the night when we were dancing with these three girls, guys would come up to them and they would move closer to us. I also had a few laughs watching some of these guys dance to techno and be completely off, not saying I was much better but yeah its not that much different from the States. Thursday I had class then slept. Friday was catching up day that also included a game day organized by some girls in our program which is well documented on facebook.

Saturday was interesting because not only did I wake up at 7AM to travel to the other end of Paris for Sciences Po soccer, it was somebody’s birthday that night and it was Paris’ Nuit Blanc when there is a party all night. The birthday party was fun not only because the 2E champagne was good but because France upset New Zealand in rugby, which was like the Detroit Lions beating the Bears…well the Bears and Lions from last year. I won’t even mention the Cubs’ exit from the playoffs because since whenever people were talking about October baseball, I said they were not making it past the first round of the playoffs. Going back to Sat night, some parts of Paris were open all nights and a lot the public places along the new 14 metro line were open with artist displays and concerts. Everyone from the party walked around for awhile around the Louvre/Ferris Wheel and St. Michel but it had been such a long day that the prospect of walking from the Place de la Concorde to Montparnasse was not looking good. On the train back with two of my friends, another friend who actually lives above me in our apartment building walked into our train car. Weird but it’s been happening so much in this city that is scary. Over the course of Sat night, my group ran into people we knew from the program 4 different times. I guess as you get older the world gets smaller and smaller. Sunday à my first time watching an Arsenal game and drinking a pint of Guinness legally! Best part they won 3-2; worst part I found out on ESPN that the Rockies are going farther in the playoffs than the Cubs. Divided feelings but a pint at 2 PM made it and all the homework I have to do today even more fun than it normally is. Oh well back to the mines….

Two days in Brussels: NATO and the EU Commission

My trip to the beautiful city of Brussels started with a 6AM wakeup call. I thought that Gare du Nord was 40+ minutes from my place in southern Paris, but it ended up being only 15 so in order to make my wait time a little more manageable, I drank 3 cups of coffee. Also to my amusement I scared the hell out of a guy in my program who wasn’t paying attention walking around with his Ipod. The last note about the train station was that the board that had all the train numbers and what location looked like a Rolodex and every few minutes the trains would change and the whole board would have a seizure. About half of the people in my program went ahead to Amsterdam before Brussels, so the number of people going on the train wasn’t very large, but still big enough to give the Luxembourgish army a good fight. The bullet train or so I imagined only took 1hr and 20 minutes to cross the German highway from Paris to Brussels. There was a bar on the train but it was so early in the morning that I wouldn’t even think to do that. Since I had all of that coffee, the only thing I did on the train was watch The Office on my Ipod. Oh the good times. Anyway we got to Brussels and found our way to the hotel which was a two-star budget hotel, but hey most of the others on the trip just got back from hostels from Amsterdam so the rooms looked like palaces.

We had sometime to explore the city before we went to NATO headquarters, so what was the first thing we did? Eat. A large contingent of Americans and French students went to McDonalds which seems to be a college student favorite here, but my friend and I wanted some ethnic Belgian food so we went to Sultans of Kebob. The only Belgian thing we ate that meal was a side of fries for Steve. After eating the takeout, we linked up with the other gets at McDo or how they call it here and proceeded to visit the most popular site in Brussels, the main square. The buildings were nice as seen above, but the day was miserable: raining, overcast, and cold for most of the day. We got out of the rain and went into a nice ethnic tavern in the square. We sat down for 10 minutes drying off before the waiter came and by the time he did upon hearing that we wanted a carafe of water he proceeded to kick us out of the restaurant. He said that this is not a pub and it’s a brasserie meaning that all 8 of you must order something to stay here and if you want water there is plenty outside. I know really witty right; there are reasons why economies have stagnant growth. Water is free in France and the French students that were with us are just naturally inclined to ask for a pitcher before ordering anything else. So with getting kicked out of a nice restaurant and the terrible weather the only things that could redeem our first impression of Belgium were the waffles and chocolates we consumed before NATO.

It took about 40 minutes to get from our hotel to the NATO compound that I would like to call it. We had to use the metro and bus system which was interesting because you would buy a ticket and then have to stamp it before getting on the train. Now there were no barriers requiring the ticket and it was up to you to stamp your ticket before getting on the train. Yes you could easily just walk on the train and use it for free, but if you are caught you will get a very hefty fine. Anyway back to NATO, there were car barricades outside and a gate guarded by rent-a-cops that made us put our cameras away. The only thing was aesthetically pleasing according to our American guide was the Death Star or the statue out in front of the building surrounded by the flags of all of the countries in the North Atlantic Treaty Organization. We went through metal detectors and frisking because as you know American and French students can be very sketchy and probably want to bring down NATO. Just security protocol, but I guess they are more closed with their racial profiling than when you are in France. We proceeded to the visitor wing of the complex that virtually looked like a terrible college campus more than a military facility. Our conference room was nice and they equipped us with all kinds of trinkets. I was not impressed by the facility, but I was ecstatic to be at NATO headquarters. We had three lectures during the course of our stay: one on a basic introduction on NATO by an American civilian, one given by a retired US army colonel, and a third given by a retired French officer. My gist of all of the talks is as follows:

I came into the lectures happy that I was at NATO because I felt that it was an organization that wasn’t going to have much more of a lifespan. The Soviet Union fell and Europe is not really in danger anymore from an imminent threat. Every treaty and alliance falls apart but it is in the people’s best interest at NATO and in our best interest as Americans that it stays together. NATO includes the US, Canada, Turkey, and a good majority of European countries both in and out of the EU. Just recently many of the Warsaw Pact countries have joined showing their commitment to democracy and a free world. Going on, the main point was that NATO has to adapt and evolve from its original charter because of modern times and the new threats that lurk. Right now NATO is in charge of promoting security and stability in Afghanistan where it will both rebuild regions as well as fight against insurgents and the drug trade. The US colonel proceeded to tell us that the Taliban was being linked to Iran in terms of drug trade and arms deals and then proceeded to tell us that no country has volunteered to provide reconstruction in a major region along one of the countries western borders with Iran. I asked him well if there are none of these reconstruction teams there then are there any military forces in the region, even Afghan national army forces? He said no that they won’t even send their own people there…I wonder why they have the indicated problems with Iran if there is still a borderless frontier that provides a safe haven for Taliban, terrorists, and drug smugglers. The drug problem in Afghanistan is upsurd, 50% of their GDP is Opium. The US is trying to introduce other means of income for the farmers, but it’s hard because people don’t want to change and if they just napalm all of the crops then the country will implode economically. So basically it’s a mess, there is not only NATO in Afghanistan but also US forces from Operation Enduring Freedom that is carrying out continuing operations against insurgents in the south. Now don’t let the NATO make you think that America is off the hook because out of the total NATO forces deployed everywhere in the world, the US might represent 40-50% of those forces. And NATO is deployed all over the world as well: there are forces in Bosnia, a peacekeeping force/occupation force in Kosovo, training mission in Iraq, as well as a few others because NATO also does things like train African Union forces, bail out other countries in times of national disasters, and even airlift supplies into the United States as was done during Hurricane Katrina. Contrary to what people believe, France is part of NATO and is in fact in Iraq but not in a combative role. I want to end this commentary on NATO with the ending points of the American colonel. NATO defends Europe and unlike the EU under Article 5 if one country is attacked it’s considered an attack on all countries (Sept 11 and USS Cole/French tanker bombingà naval operations in the seas bordering Europe) Europe has 1.1 million troops in their standing armies combined. Commanders in Afghanistan are begging for more troops and saying that if they had them things would go smoother and their mission time will be reduced. Well they don’t have them and the US is overextended. So whose job is it? If NATO is the protector of Europe and in a sense a European army why don’t they provide more help in terms of troops and tanks and supplies? If Europe wants to distinguish itself and have itself be viewed as an equal by the US, than it better damn well be able to take care of itself and share some of the burdens on a more equal scale. He then ended the talk with a few scale figures. Europe has about 10 heavy duty long range cargo planes while the US has hundreds. There are more fighters on a single aircraft carrier than the entire Air Force of Belgium. There are about the same number of fighter jets in the US Marine corps and the British Royal Airforce. And the Marine Corps airforce is very small compared to the USAF or Navy Top Gun. It’s a matter of scale he said, the reason we bare must of the burden in all of the operations and what not. We have the capability to fight in other countries whereas Europe which has been solely taught in fighting close to home except countries that had colonies. I mean if the USSR and US fought where would the battleground be? Europe, thus they are not used to transporting their armies into the jungles and deserts on moments notice. Regardless of these scale realities, I think it’s abysmal that NATO doesn’t have enough troops because countries do not want to commit. It seems like they are more like an UN peacekeeping force except they actually do things like end the war in Kosovo or bomb the Serb army in Bosnia before it massacred more people. The one question I forgot to ask was why it took so long for NATO to intervene and stop the Balkan War in 1995 because thousands of Muslims were being slaughtered every time countries sat around and talked about making moves. Oh wait I know the answer to that question: the UN is incompetent and doesn’t have a pair. Don’t get me started on that issue because I could go all day.

Getting back to the trip, we concluded our NATO trip and ended up retiring to downtown Brussels for dinner. Everyone in my group of about 10 wanted mussels and other Belgian favorites so we went to a Belgian 50s diner if you could imagine. I actually had a beer and a milkshake with my meal. We ate more chocolate, took pictures because the weather cleared and proceeded to go to sleep because everyone was exhausted especially the ones who went to Amsterdam to do drugs and get hammered. The next day was like the rest dark and gloomy, which went along with the air of the movie I saw the night before, Windtalkers in French. Continental breakfast was a little weird with salami and ham served with bread and cheese, but food is always welcome. Of course I had more coffee and about three croissants because hey I have to stock up before I go back to the Dunkin Doughnuts croissants. Before entering the visitor part of the European Commission, we shall a procession of Belgian royal guards I assumed ride past in full uniform, fur hats, and some sort of spear with the Belgian flag on it. I can see why Panzers were such a huge problem. The commission was a little nicer, but I mean it’s hard to compare grey buildings, I guess one just had more windows and see-through walls. Our lectures at the commission were more boring because we had learned most of the stuff already but it was nice to see it presented differently. I can go into the European institutions a little later because this is already so long. The highlight of the afternoon though was the lunch on the tab of the French government. After the torture ended at around 5, we had two hours before we had to meet to get back on the train so we went to get dinner. We walked to this little section of Brussels that must have been their Greek street or something because there were about 8 different cafes lined up and when you walked down literally all of the storeowners came out and told you to sit down/begged for your business. One of the girls turned to me and said: now you know what it feels like to be a woman. We ate our cheap, but tasty Greek food and proceeded to go back to the hotel. I walked to the train station from the hotel because I ran out of money, but it was interesting because we walked through little Morocco on the way which was a little intimidating but I survived. Train came back to Paris and what is the first thing I do? Go to the nearest pub with my friend and watch Champions League soccer until Midnight. God I love Europe. Until the next time Belgium. Hopefully it will still be a country in the future because actually right now it might split into a French and a Flemish half. But let’s hope not because I’m sure that’s what Europe needs is another really small country.